FIC: Granger Always Has the Answer (2/2) (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson)
Title: Granger Always Has the Answer (2/2)
Author/Artist: looneylunafan
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson
Prompt number: 267
Word Count: 11,701
Rating: R
Warnings: Threesome
Summary: When a potion is tweaked to make it “better”, the unknowing drinkers get more than they bargained for. Frequent trips to relieve themselves leave them feeling restless and unsatisfied. There was only one bushy haired girl in all of Hogwarts that had the brains to help them out.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and do not hope to make any money off of the fantastic brain child that is J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter. Except for the bits that I took from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Author’s Notes: This story literally took twice as long as it should have. The amazing and patient Mods have my unending gratitude, as does the beta that eventually looked over this. Thank you so much! Oh, and the Idleness-in-love juice is a shout out from my old pall Shakespeare. ;)
Granger Always Has the Answer
Chapter 8:
Hermione arrived ten minutes early. She had written and rewritten her note to Draco several times, each time worrying that she was giving away too much while simultaneously working out the potion. She hadn’t needed to write the twins, as she had feared, as the ingredients were listed on another advertisement for the potion later on in the catalogue. As far as Hermione could tell, there wasn’t anything wrong with the potion.
She walked back and forth in the room, made something like a councilor’s office when Hermione had envisioned it in the corridor. There was a plush couch across from a matching T-cushion chair. For some reason there was also a bookshelf in the corner behind a desk. Hermione thought about going to sit at it, figuring it would calm her down, but decided against it. She could be mature; she could have a conversation about sex with Draco and, presumably Pansy.
But that was the trouble, wasn’t it? It couldn’t be about Pansy. If it were, there wouldn’t be any sort of problem. It would have worked itself out in a matter of days at the most. Therefore, Malfoy must be in some sort of side romance, or took the potion at a terrible time. But both potions were taken.
The sound of the door reforming in the wall stopped Hermione’s thoughts and pacing. In order to keep from looking frantic, she took a seat in the single chair and, when Malfoy came in, she nodded to the couch before her. Much to her surprise, Pansy came in just after and closed the door.
“Granger,” they each said.
“Malfoy, Parkinson.” They sounded as if they were about to face off in some sort of duel rather than have a chat.
Draco eyed the couch warily. “Do you not have it?” he asked.
“I said I needed to talk with you about it.”
With his hand on Pansy’s lower back, the two Slytherins took their places, fidgeting as if the fabric of the couch was uncomfortable. Pansy stacked her hands on her knee and pursed her lips. Hermione could only wonder if Draco had explained why she was here.
“Well,” Draco started, “talk.”
For someone that had been so desperate to seek her out for help, Malfoy was acting very much his old self. Why had Hermione talked herself into being a part of this? “Right, well, so far as I can tell, there isn’t anything wrong with the potion you drank. Did you each drink one?” When they both nodded, she let out a sigh of relief. Neither of them seemed happy about her statement though. Pansy opened her mouth to say something, so Hermione plowed on. “In any case, nothing was amiss with the potion in that nothing had been added or left out. However, I made what I believed to be the antidote, and it wasn’t complete.”
Pansy seemed confused by the statement, but Draco nodded. “It wasn’t clear? What did you do wrong?”
“Correct, when I combined the potion you gave me and the antidote it was cloudy, meaning that although I had the proper ingredients, the amounts were off. I tried three times, each time I had the same result, I can only assume that the potion was somehow made with extra of one component.” Hermione chewed on her tongue for a few seconds, a habit she had picked up in order to allow people to digest what she was saying in chunks. “I believe that what happened was that there was too much juice from the…”
“Granger!” Malfoy cut her off before she could get any further in her specifics. “As interesting as the fuck ups of those Weasley twits are, how do we fix our problem?”
Hermione pursed her lips and inhaled sharply. “Unfortunately the antidote to the excess ingredient is highly toxic, and the amount needed to counter this potion is fatal.”
Pansy’s mouth fell open. “You mean we have to die?”
“No, not at all.” Hermione held up her hands to calm the instantly distressed witch. “You just have to have sex.”
The seconds ticked by, each a pregnant moment, for at least half a minute. Malfoy was the first to make noise, clearing his throat. “As you might have guessed, Granger, we’ve tried that.”
“I don’t understand.” Hermione admitted.
“Well, it usually starts with us going off alone,” Malfoy began.
“No, not that!” Pansy and Draco shared identical smirks. Hermione rolled her eyes. “I mean, the potion is supposed to improve the sensations physically while making you more attracted to the person you saw while you took it. If you both took it and were next to each other while you took it, I can only assume you were looking at each other. Have you been feeling inexplicably attracted to anyone else?”
Now time completely stood still. Both Pansy’s and Draco’s eyes were wide, the thoughts behind them being tumultuously tossed about in their minds. “So you’re saying,” Pansy eventually spoke up, “that in order to fix what this potion has done to us, we have to have sex with the person we’ve been feeling attracted to?” She sounded hesitant; perhaps disbelieving.
“If that doesn’t do it, I don’t know what will.” It hadn’t occurred to Hermione that they would both have to have sex with the same person. Perhaps it was someone who walked by at a bad time, they had both glanced over just as the juice kicked in. “I’ll leave you two alone to sort it out.”
Hermione stood, but Pansy and Draco jumped up at the same time. “You can’t do that, Granger,” Pansy said.
“Why not? I’m not going to stay here. I did my part; you have to figure out the rest on your own.” She turned to leave and two strong arms wrapped around her.
“That’s just the problem,” Draco said in a silky low tone. “You are the rest.” Hermione felt as if she had been hit with a body bind curse. Pansy came around to Hermione’s front. “Don’t you remember?” he continued. “You found us in the tower, woke us up. That was the potion. You were the first thing we saw.” Hermione tried to tug out of Draco’s grip, but she was already sandwiched between the two. Both were breathing deeply, their faces pressed in on either side of her neck. “And every day since then, all we’ve been able to think about is you.
“Your hair.”
“Your eyes.”
“Your curves.”
“Your voice.”
“All the dirty things we could do to you.”
“And you to us.”
Their back and forth play worried Hermione, more so than their hot bodies pressed up against her. They had to be lying; this had to be some trick. How in the world, after all that they had been through, all the hatred, it would be her that they were fixated on? Almost as soon as she thought it, she confirmed it. They hated her, despite the changes others were making, to make friends. She was still dirty blood to them, and there was no way they would ever touch her unless a spell had been cast on them.
Chapter 9:
Draco had been careful when he caught Hermione. Her arms were pinned to her sides and unable to reach for her wand. Pansy slinked her hand into the robe pocket and pulled it free. A box with a lock on it appeared on the floor. Pansy stuck the wand inside and shut it, tapping it with her own wand to seal it tight. The brunet in his arms attempted to jerk free again. The sensation of her rubbing against him clouded his mind for a moment.
“Let me go,” she pleaded, “I’ll find a way, I’ll make a way, just give me some more time.” Draco could feel Hermione start to shake.
“Granger, listen to me.” He didn’t want her to be like this. In all of his dreams of her, she had been happy and almost feral. She couldn’t ruin that, not now that he knew he had an excuse to do all of the things he had been longing for, and with Pansy there no less! She would even be a participant. Draco had to control his erection in order to think straight and calm Hermione down. “It’s not going to be that bad; we’re not going to hurt you or anything.”
Hermione didn’t respond but Pansy, who could see her face, saw tears start to form in the dark brown eyes she’d come to love so much. “Draco’s right, it’ll be nice, we’ll go slow.” She wasn’t sure how truthful the statement was, but she also couldn’t let Granger go now that they had her all to themselves. Still uncomforted, Hermione looked away from Pansy, not defeated, but without a plan. Suddenly, Pansy was struck with an idea. “Imagine how much Wealsey would hate it.”
Draco and Hermione both turned their heads swiftly toward the black haired girl. “You know it’s true,” she continued. “He pretends to be over you, but if you could tell him that you’ve been a part of one of his wildest dreams, with his least favourite person in the world no less,” she nodded at Draco, “he’d regret all of those terrible things he’s done to you.”
Malfoy was quickly trying to think up something that would make up for the serious mistake Pansy was making. Bringing up an ex-boyfriend and including revenge wasn’t a way to get a Gryffindor on her knees. Much to his surprise, before he could manage any sort of damage control, he felt the muscles in Hermione’s cheek move against his face; she was smiling. In front of him he saw Pansy grin as well.
“It’s just for the potion,” Hermione clarified. “And you’re okay with me sharing this with Ron? Even though I am what I am.”
“Granger, certain rules are meant to be broken when it involves three ways.” Draco had loosened his grip and was soothingly running his hands up her arms. On their way down, they peeled off her robe. “And I doubt there is a wizard in the world that would object to being in our position right now.”
Hermione felt a flurry of heat boil from her midsection up to her face while goose bumps formed on the skin beneath the fabric Draco touched. As soon as she became aware of her body’s changes, her mind began to panic. How was she going to do this? Was it going to be one at a time or both at once? She couldn’t hardly remember anything she had done with Ron. What was she supposed to do with Pansy?
“You’re tense, Granger,” Pansy noted, her fingers played with the bottom button of Hermione’s blouse, but didn’t pull it free of the button hole. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m… not entirely sure what to do.”
Hermione expected them to laugh, but the worst was Pansy smiling. “You don’t do anything. Draco and I will be doing all of the doing. You need to just relax and let us have our fun.” The button popped free and she moved up to the next one. “We’ll start with the basics; do you know how to snog?”
“Well, I…” Hermione blushed. “I have tried a few things I’ve read about -”
Pansy held up her finger and laid it carefully against Hermione’s pillowy lips. “You don’t read about intimacy, you feel it. Close your eyes.” That was the last thing Hermione wanted to do, but she obeyed.
Draco hadn’t moved, so she had no doubts that it was Pansy’s soft lips that pressed against her own. Breathing slowly, she pretended it was someone else, any male on the planet, but it couldn’t stick. Her lips were full and inviting. They seemed to pull Hermione’s with them, molding together and leaving no open spaces. Pansy’s tongue slowly slithered along Hermione’s lower lip, but she was resistant. Pansy nipped playfully and backed away as Hermione opened her eyes. “You’ll learn quick enough.”
A firm pressure that hadn’t been there before pressed in on Hermione’s lower back. Hermione blushed and turned from Draco’s face. He responded by grounding his hips into hers. “What do you expect, it’s not every day a guy sees two gorgeous women attached at the lips.” He kissed his way along her exposed neck. “But, we have a lot of work to do tonight. We might have to speed these lessons along, but I’m sure you can keep up.”
The low rumbling chuckle that escaped his throat settled somewhere in Hermione’s belly. Her body felt heavy and her mind foggy. She felt no sense of fear at being wandless and practically trapped. Instead, she recognized the heat, of her body and theirs. She was excited and hungry. Her eyes looked over at Pansy, at those tantalizing lips she had teased her with. Before Draco could take hold again, Hermione took a step forward and laced her fingers in black hair, her lips pressing down on Pansy’s, mouth open, hungry.
Chapter 10:
It took only seconds for them to start divesting of clothing. Pansy ripped at Hermione’s shirt until the buttons flew to the ground. Then Hermione turned and undid Draco’s trousers while giving his lips a test run. This was the Hermione they had been dreaming of; longing for. Pansy pushed her skirt down and pulled off her top while Draco loosened his tie and undid his shirt buttons. Hermione reached for the zip on her skirt, but Draco grabbed her wrists. “Let’s just leave that on for now,” he suggested, leading her over to the couch while Pansy came up behind them.
Draco stepped from his slacks. His boxer briefs clung to his straining package, which he led Hermione’s hand to once she had taken a seat. Her fingers were small and a little cold, but more than welcome to the sensitive location. He closed his eyes for just a second, but in that second she pulled the top bit of fabric to the side and his erection sprang free just inches from her face. She smiled boldly, proud of her work, as her hand slithered slowly down his shaft.
Pansy couldn’t stand back and just watch. Hermione sat with her knees together, staring at Draco and his genitals, her fingers tantalizing his hot, smooth skin. She had taken the potion too, she needed attention as well! Closing her eyes, she pictured the back of the couch disappearing. There was a light pop, it was gone. Pansy climbed on from behind Hermione, one leg on each side, her front to Hermione’s back. She unhooked Hermione’s bra and lowered the straps, her fingers roamed around and found the taught nipples atop the plump breasts that were hanging.
Hermione dropped her hands just long enough to be rid of the pesky bra, but half of the attention that had been focused on Draco was lost to the sensations of Pansy’s enticing hands. They held her breasts, squeezed, tweaked, and made it much harder for Hermione to concentrate. Draco, suddenly impatient, leaned in so that his tip was much closer to her face. She saw a pearly bead of pre-cum, something that before tonight would have made her ill, but instead seemed very appetizing.
Without a second thought, her tongue darted out and licked it up. A mixture of salty and sweet; delicious. She paused just to take a breath before working her mouth around the head and toward Draco’s hips. She made it only three quarters of the way before his tip bumped the back of her mouth in a way that started to restrict her breathing. Slowly, she pulled back and then forward again. A deep groan escaped from Draco and Hermione looked up.
Their eyes locked for a moment, neither moving. Something seemed to click in Draco’s mind and he carefully threaded his fingers into her hair in order to help her move at a speed he preferred. Her teeth stayed back away from his flesh as she sucked and made her tongue dance underneath. At one point, Draco allowed his head to fall back. In that same moment, Pansy’s right hand left Hermione’s right tit and slid under her skirt. She easily pushed the fabric to the side and explored. The curls were thick and course, a striking contrast to the silky smooth slit that was wet with anticipation. Pansy could smell Hermione’s scent and she wanted nothing more than to stick her own face down there for a taste.
“Are you ready?” Draco’s voice reminded both girls that they were there for a purpose. The emotion that quickly appeared and then disappeared from Hermione’s face told Pansy that she had forgotten that they had to do it. She wanted to reassure her that they could continue, but without the potion, she couldn’t be certain that she would feel the same. Hermione nodded anyway, so Pansy scooted back off the couch cushions.
Would they be taking turns? Pansy wondered as Draco cradled Hermione’s head while she lay down on her back. As if he could read her mind, he told Hermione, “this is just for you to get used to me.” Pansy felt as if she was invading something very private, not in the moments before they joined, or the slow process of him filling her up, not even in the gentle way their hips rocked. She felt as if she didn’t belong because the whole time they stared into one another’s eyes. He needed something of her, longed for her, and she was unable to turn away from his gaze, afraid of what she’d see if she didn’t maintain eye contact. It was as though they were casting a spell on one another, neither would give in, neither wanted to.
They began to pick up speed and all of the sudden Draco stopped. He leaned in for his own kiss, but pulled away after what Pansy considered to be no time at all. He helped Hermione stand, and then had Pansy lay down, her legs spread. He instructed Hermione to get on top and upside down; their mouths a few inches from the other’s hot sex. Pansy was so enticed by the beautiful sight before her (Draco had pulled the knickers away before he sheathed himself in her) she hardly noticed Draco’s knees on either side of her head behind Hermione.
She understood then. They would all be participating at once. Draco lined himself up with Hermione’s entrance while his hands took hold of her hips. “Are you all right?” he asked. Rather than respond, Hermione sunk her head low and allowed her tongue to skim into the slit between Pansy’s bare lower lips. Pansy’s eyes rolled back into her head and her breath hitched. Hermione must have bent her arms as Pansy could feel her warm body closer, the bottoms of their breasts nearly touched.
Up above her, Draco had already reinserted himself into Hermione’s slick pussy. Pansy could see the juices shining on his cock as he pulled out and then pushed back in. Her labia were spread wide enough for Pansy to see her target, the small bundle of nerves she would assault with her tongue until Hermione cried out loud.
Chapter 11:
Draco had thought they would stop as soon as the potion was negated. He thought his shaft would be less sensitive to his witches’ every touch. He thought one orgasm would be enough to clear his mind. He was absolutely wrong. The three of them fucked for only three minutes before frantic pants turned into uncontrolled moans and screams of passion. He had exploded inside Hermione, some of it dripping down onto Pansy as the girls came together.
After a quick break, Hermione moved to gather her clothes. As soon as she bent over, and Draco caught sight of her vagina peeking out between her legs, he dropped to his knees behind her and ravaged her with his mouth until her knees were shaking.
It didn’t stop there; he couldn’t have if he had wanted to. They shagged on the desk, on the floor, and against the cold stone wall. Hermione had to sit one out, not used to the succession of sessions that Draco and Pansy had been building up over the last few months. He filled the mouths and warm pussies of the girls several times. Despite his and Pansy’s best efforts to wear themselves out that day, he felt as if he had never had sex before and never would be able to again.
Eventually, Hermione said she was tired and needed to relax. The room gave them a hot shower which they used to their full advantage and almost forgot to actually clean themselves. Late into the night, when they were all too tired to bother putting their clothes back on, Pansy thought to conjure a bed in the corner. With Hermione nestled between the two Slytherins, all three of them fell asleep within minutes. That night, they each dreamed of fantastic new positions to try. Somehow, though he wasn’t even awake, Draco knew that it had nothing to do with that damn potion.
Author/Artist: looneylunafan
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson
Prompt number: 267
Word Count: 11,701
Rating: R
Warnings: Threesome
Summary: When a potion is tweaked to make it “better”, the unknowing drinkers get more than they bargained for. Frequent trips to relieve themselves leave them feeling restless and unsatisfied. There was only one bushy haired girl in all of Hogwarts that had the brains to help them out.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and do not hope to make any money off of the fantastic brain child that is J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter. Except for the bits that I took from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Author’s Notes: This story literally took twice as long as it should have. The amazing and patient Mods have my unending gratitude, as does the beta that eventually looked over this. Thank you so much! Oh, and the Idleness-in-love juice is a shout out from my old pall Shakespeare. ;)
Granger Always Has the Answer
Chapter 8:
Hermione arrived ten minutes early. She had written and rewritten her note to Draco several times, each time worrying that she was giving away too much while simultaneously working out the potion. She hadn’t needed to write the twins, as she had feared, as the ingredients were listed on another advertisement for the potion later on in the catalogue. As far as Hermione could tell, there wasn’t anything wrong with the potion.
She walked back and forth in the room, made something like a councilor’s office when Hermione had envisioned it in the corridor. There was a plush couch across from a matching T-cushion chair. For some reason there was also a bookshelf in the corner behind a desk. Hermione thought about going to sit at it, figuring it would calm her down, but decided against it. She could be mature; she could have a conversation about sex with Draco and, presumably Pansy.
But that was the trouble, wasn’t it? It couldn’t be about Pansy. If it were, there wouldn’t be any sort of problem. It would have worked itself out in a matter of days at the most. Therefore, Malfoy must be in some sort of side romance, or took the potion at a terrible time. But both potions were taken.
The sound of the door reforming in the wall stopped Hermione’s thoughts and pacing. In order to keep from looking frantic, she took a seat in the single chair and, when Malfoy came in, she nodded to the couch before her. Much to her surprise, Pansy came in just after and closed the door.
“Granger,” they each said.
“Malfoy, Parkinson.” They sounded as if they were about to face off in some sort of duel rather than have a chat.
Draco eyed the couch warily. “Do you not have it?” he asked.
“I said I needed to talk with you about it.”
With his hand on Pansy’s lower back, the two Slytherins took their places, fidgeting as if the fabric of the couch was uncomfortable. Pansy stacked her hands on her knee and pursed her lips. Hermione could only wonder if Draco had explained why she was here.
“Well,” Draco started, “talk.”
For someone that had been so desperate to seek her out for help, Malfoy was acting very much his old self. Why had Hermione talked herself into being a part of this? “Right, well, so far as I can tell, there isn’t anything wrong with the potion you drank. Did you each drink one?” When they both nodded, she let out a sigh of relief. Neither of them seemed happy about her statement though. Pansy opened her mouth to say something, so Hermione plowed on. “In any case, nothing was amiss with the potion in that nothing had been added or left out. However, I made what I believed to be the antidote, and it wasn’t complete.”
Pansy seemed confused by the statement, but Draco nodded. “It wasn’t clear? What did you do wrong?”
“Correct, when I combined the potion you gave me and the antidote it was cloudy, meaning that although I had the proper ingredients, the amounts were off. I tried three times, each time I had the same result, I can only assume that the potion was somehow made with extra of one component.” Hermione chewed on her tongue for a few seconds, a habit she had picked up in order to allow people to digest what she was saying in chunks. “I believe that what happened was that there was too much juice from the…”
“Granger!” Malfoy cut her off before she could get any further in her specifics. “As interesting as the fuck ups of those Weasley twits are, how do we fix our problem?”
Hermione pursed her lips and inhaled sharply. “Unfortunately the antidote to the excess ingredient is highly toxic, and the amount needed to counter this potion is fatal.”
Pansy’s mouth fell open. “You mean we have to die?”
“No, not at all.” Hermione held up her hands to calm the instantly distressed witch. “You just have to have sex.”
The seconds ticked by, each a pregnant moment, for at least half a minute. Malfoy was the first to make noise, clearing his throat. “As you might have guessed, Granger, we’ve tried that.”
“I don’t understand.” Hermione admitted.
“Well, it usually starts with us going off alone,” Malfoy began.
“No, not that!” Pansy and Draco shared identical smirks. Hermione rolled her eyes. “I mean, the potion is supposed to improve the sensations physically while making you more attracted to the person you saw while you took it. If you both took it and were next to each other while you took it, I can only assume you were looking at each other. Have you been feeling inexplicably attracted to anyone else?”
Now time completely stood still. Both Pansy’s and Draco’s eyes were wide, the thoughts behind them being tumultuously tossed about in their minds. “So you’re saying,” Pansy eventually spoke up, “that in order to fix what this potion has done to us, we have to have sex with the person we’ve been feeling attracted to?” She sounded hesitant; perhaps disbelieving.
“If that doesn’t do it, I don’t know what will.” It hadn’t occurred to Hermione that they would both have to have sex with the same person. Perhaps it was someone who walked by at a bad time, they had both glanced over just as the juice kicked in. “I’ll leave you two alone to sort it out.”
Hermione stood, but Pansy and Draco jumped up at the same time. “You can’t do that, Granger,” Pansy said.
“Why not? I’m not going to stay here. I did my part; you have to figure out the rest on your own.” She turned to leave and two strong arms wrapped around her.
“That’s just the problem,” Draco said in a silky low tone. “You are the rest.” Hermione felt as if she had been hit with a body bind curse. Pansy came around to Hermione’s front. “Don’t you remember?” he continued. “You found us in the tower, woke us up. That was the potion. You were the first thing we saw.” Hermione tried to tug out of Draco’s grip, but she was already sandwiched between the two. Both were breathing deeply, their faces pressed in on either side of her neck. “And every day since then, all we’ve been able to think about is you.
“Your hair.”
“Your eyes.”
“Your curves.”
“Your voice.”
“All the dirty things we could do to you.”
“And you to us.”
Their back and forth play worried Hermione, more so than their hot bodies pressed up against her. They had to be lying; this had to be some trick. How in the world, after all that they had been through, all the hatred, it would be her that they were fixated on? Almost as soon as she thought it, she confirmed it. They hated her, despite the changes others were making, to make friends. She was still dirty blood to them, and there was no way they would ever touch her unless a spell had been cast on them.
Chapter 9:
Draco had been careful when he caught Hermione. Her arms were pinned to her sides and unable to reach for her wand. Pansy slinked her hand into the robe pocket and pulled it free. A box with a lock on it appeared on the floor. Pansy stuck the wand inside and shut it, tapping it with her own wand to seal it tight. The brunet in his arms attempted to jerk free again. The sensation of her rubbing against him clouded his mind for a moment.
“Let me go,” she pleaded, “I’ll find a way, I’ll make a way, just give me some more time.” Draco could feel Hermione start to shake.
“Granger, listen to me.” He didn’t want her to be like this. In all of his dreams of her, she had been happy and almost feral. She couldn’t ruin that, not now that he knew he had an excuse to do all of the things he had been longing for, and with Pansy there no less! She would even be a participant. Draco had to control his erection in order to think straight and calm Hermione down. “It’s not going to be that bad; we’re not going to hurt you or anything.”
Hermione didn’t respond but Pansy, who could see her face, saw tears start to form in the dark brown eyes she’d come to love so much. “Draco’s right, it’ll be nice, we’ll go slow.” She wasn’t sure how truthful the statement was, but she also couldn’t let Granger go now that they had her all to themselves. Still uncomforted, Hermione looked away from Pansy, not defeated, but without a plan. Suddenly, Pansy was struck with an idea. “Imagine how much Wealsey would hate it.”
Draco and Hermione both turned their heads swiftly toward the black haired girl. “You know it’s true,” she continued. “He pretends to be over you, but if you could tell him that you’ve been a part of one of his wildest dreams, with his least favourite person in the world no less,” she nodded at Draco, “he’d regret all of those terrible things he’s done to you.”
Malfoy was quickly trying to think up something that would make up for the serious mistake Pansy was making. Bringing up an ex-boyfriend and including revenge wasn’t a way to get a Gryffindor on her knees. Much to his surprise, before he could manage any sort of damage control, he felt the muscles in Hermione’s cheek move against his face; she was smiling. In front of him he saw Pansy grin as well.
“It’s just for the potion,” Hermione clarified. “And you’re okay with me sharing this with Ron? Even though I am what I am.”
“Granger, certain rules are meant to be broken when it involves three ways.” Draco had loosened his grip and was soothingly running his hands up her arms. On their way down, they peeled off her robe. “And I doubt there is a wizard in the world that would object to being in our position right now.”
Hermione felt a flurry of heat boil from her midsection up to her face while goose bumps formed on the skin beneath the fabric Draco touched. As soon as she became aware of her body’s changes, her mind began to panic. How was she going to do this? Was it going to be one at a time or both at once? She couldn’t hardly remember anything she had done with Ron. What was she supposed to do with Pansy?
“You’re tense, Granger,” Pansy noted, her fingers played with the bottom button of Hermione’s blouse, but didn’t pull it free of the button hole. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m… not entirely sure what to do.”
Hermione expected them to laugh, but the worst was Pansy smiling. “You don’t do anything. Draco and I will be doing all of the doing. You need to just relax and let us have our fun.” The button popped free and she moved up to the next one. “We’ll start with the basics; do you know how to snog?”
“Well, I…” Hermione blushed. “I have tried a few things I’ve read about -”
Pansy held up her finger and laid it carefully against Hermione’s pillowy lips. “You don’t read about intimacy, you feel it. Close your eyes.” That was the last thing Hermione wanted to do, but she obeyed.
Draco hadn’t moved, so she had no doubts that it was Pansy’s soft lips that pressed against her own. Breathing slowly, she pretended it was someone else, any male on the planet, but it couldn’t stick. Her lips were full and inviting. They seemed to pull Hermione’s with them, molding together and leaving no open spaces. Pansy’s tongue slowly slithered along Hermione’s lower lip, but she was resistant. Pansy nipped playfully and backed away as Hermione opened her eyes. “You’ll learn quick enough.”
A firm pressure that hadn’t been there before pressed in on Hermione’s lower back. Hermione blushed and turned from Draco’s face. He responded by grounding his hips into hers. “What do you expect, it’s not every day a guy sees two gorgeous women attached at the lips.” He kissed his way along her exposed neck. “But, we have a lot of work to do tonight. We might have to speed these lessons along, but I’m sure you can keep up.”
The low rumbling chuckle that escaped his throat settled somewhere in Hermione’s belly. Her body felt heavy and her mind foggy. She felt no sense of fear at being wandless and practically trapped. Instead, she recognized the heat, of her body and theirs. She was excited and hungry. Her eyes looked over at Pansy, at those tantalizing lips she had teased her with. Before Draco could take hold again, Hermione took a step forward and laced her fingers in black hair, her lips pressing down on Pansy’s, mouth open, hungry.
Chapter 10:
It took only seconds for them to start divesting of clothing. Pansy ripped at Hermione’s shirt until the buttons flew to the ground. Then Hermione turned and undid Draco’s trousers while giving his lips a test run. This was the Hermione they had been dreaming of; longing for. Pansy pushed her skirt down and pulled off her top while Draco loosened his tie and undid his shirt buttons. Hermione reached for the zip on her skirt, but Draco grabbed her wrists. “Let’s just leave that on for now,” he suggested, leading her over to the couch while Pansy came up behind them.
Draco stepped from his slacks. His boxer briefs clung to his straining package, which he led Hermione’s hand to once she had taken a seat. Her fingers were small and a little cold, but more than welcome to the sensitive location. He closed his eyes for just a second, but in that second she pulled the top bit of fabric to the side and his erection sprang free just inches from her face. She smiled boldly, proud of her work, as her hand slithered slowly down his shaft.
Pansy couldn’t stand back and just watch. Hermione sat with her knees together, staring at Draco and his genitals, her fingers tantalizing his hot, smooth skin. She had taken the potion too, she needed attention as well! Closing her eyes, she pictured the back of the couch disappearing. There was a light pop, it was gone. Pansy climbed on from behind Hermione, one leg on each side, her front to Hermione’s back. She unhooked Hermione’s bra and lowered the straps, her fingers roamed around and found the taught nipples atop the plump breasts that were hanging.
Hermione dropped her hands just long enough to be rid of the pesky bra, but half of the attention that had been focused on Draco was lost to the sensations of Pansy’s enticing hands. They held her breasts, squeezed, tweaked, and made it much harder for Hermione to concentrate. Draco, suddenly impatient, leaned in so that his tip was much closer to her face. She saw a pearly bead of pre-cum, something that before tonight would have made her ill, but instead seemed very appetizing.
Without a second thought, her tongue darted out and licked it up. A mixture of salty and sweet; delicious. She paused just to take a breath before working her mouth around the head and toward Draco’s hips. She made it only three quarters of the way before his tip bumped the back of her mouth in a way that started to restrict her breathing. Slowly, she pulled back and then forward again. A deep groan escaped from Draco and Hermione looked up.
Their eyes locked for a moment, neither moving. Something seemed to click in Draco’s mind and he carefully threaded his fingers into her hair in order to help her move at a speed he preferred. Her teeth stayed back away from his flesh as she sucked and made her tongue dance underneath. At one point, Draco allowed his head to fall back. In that same moment, Pansy’s right hand left Hermione’s right tit and slid under her skirt. She easily pushed the fabric to the side and explored. The curls were thick and course, a striking contrast to the silky smooth slit that was wet with anticipation. Pansy could smell Hermione’s scent and she wanted nothing more than to stick her own face down there for a taste.
“Are you ready?” Draco’s voice reminded both girls that they were there for a purpose. The emotion that quickly appeared and then disappeared from Hermione’s face told Pansy that she had forgotten that they had to do it. She wanted to reassure her that they could continue, but without the potion, she couldn’t be certain that she would feel the same. Hermione nodded anyway, so Pansy scooted back off the couch cushions.
Would they be taking turns? Pansy wondered as Draco cradled Hermione’s head while she lay down on her back. As if he could read her mind, he told Hermione, “this is just for you to get used to me.” Pansy felt as if she was invading something very private, not in the moments before they joined, or the slow process of him filling her up, not even in the gentle way their hips rocked. She felt as if she didn’t belong because the whole time they stared into one another’s eyes. He needed something of her, longed for her, and she was unable to turn away from his gaze, afraid of what she’d see if she didn’t maintain eye contact. It was as though they were casting a spell on one another, neither would give in, neither wanted to.
They began to pick up speed and all of the sudden Draco stopped. He leaned in for his own kiss, but pulled away after what Pansy considered to be no time at all. He helped Hermione stand, and then had Pansy lay down, her legs spread. He instructed Hermione to get on top and upside down; their mouths a few inches from the other’s hot sex. Pansy was so enticed by the beautiful sight before her (Draco had pulled the knickers away before he sheathed himself in her) she hardly noticed Draco’s knees on either side of her head behind Hermione.
She understood then. They would all be participating at once. Draco lined himself up with Hermione’s entrance while his hands took hold of her hips. “Are you all right?” he asked. Rather than respond, Hermione sunk her head low and allowed her tongue to skim into the slit between Pansy’s bare lower lips. Pansy’s eyes rolled back into her head and her breath hitched. Hermione must have bent her arms as Pansy could feel her warm body closer, the bottoms of their breasts nearly touched.
Up above her, Draco had already reinserted himself into Hermione’s slick pussy. Pansy could see the juices shining on his cock as he pulled out and then pushed back in. Her labia were spread wide enough for Pansy to see her target, the small bundle of nerves she would assault with her tongue until Hermione cried out loud.
Chapter 11:
Draco had thought they would stop as soon as the potion was negated. He thought his shaft would be less sensitive to his witches’ every touch. He thought one orgasm would be enough to clear his mind. He was absolutely wrong. The three of them fucked for only three minutes before frantic pants turned into uncontrolled moans and screams of passion. He had exploded inside Hermione, some of it dripping down onto Pansy as the girls came together.
After a quick break, Hermione moved to gather her clothes. As soon as she bent over, and Draco caught sight of her vagina peeking out between her legs, he dropped to his knees behind her and ravaged her with his mouth until her knees were shaking.
It didn’t stop there; he couldn’t have if he had wanted to. They shagged on the desk, on the floor, and against the cold stone wall. Hermione had to sit one out, not used to the succession of sessions that Draco and Pansy had been building up over the last few months. He filled the mouths and warm pussies of the girls several times. Despite his and Pansy’s best efforts to wear themselves out that day, he felt as if he had never had sex before and never would be able to again.
Eventually, Hermione said she was tired and needed to relax. The room gave them a hot shower which they used to their full advantage and almost forgot to actually clean themselves. Late into the night, when they were all too tired to bother putting their clothes back on, Pansy thought to conjure a bed in the corner. With Hermione nestled between the two Slytherins, all three of them fell asleep within minutes. That night, they each dreamed of fantastic new positions to try. Somehow, though he wasn’t even awake, Draco knew that it had nothing to do with that damn potion.